Tutti a bordo, frattello mio

You might think I'd be so refreshed from my three day break that I'd have woken up at nine this morning (or ten, don't kid yourself), to have a guilt-free caffeinated beverage, unpack my fat little duffel bag, and walk the dog. But, no. Well I had better be refreshed now, goddamn it.

Hum. However. Deeply satisfying round of the ol' blogs today. Only the elephant sanctuary in Tennessee continues to fail me with its lack of updates about Lota and Misty. (See Kimi, people name elephants that. I'm cool!) Because I've only half-finished my guilt ridden cup of tea, and therefore struggling to make my brain manage complete sentences, here's a for-my-own-fun list of island highlights: The re-introduction of Gomez Addams, bits of snow, dogs chasing deer, blaming things on "that lying, sunofabitch Johnson!", dogs blocking our view of the television, "pudknocker", beef jerky in spades, dogs vomiting in the car, my long underwear, the wind at the lighthouse, dogs all over the bed at night, Colts, Johnny Witworth, soup, dogs, dogs.

As you can imagine, the cabin was left in pristine condition.